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soup, juice
alcohol mixed with rain on the pavement
sleeps step by step is the inhabitant
but it will bring down the Volga - so simple
festering dump pieces of brain
He puts his hand warms grinder
snot flowing through fingers
special texture neon pink stink
piebald better bay
Million of red roses
alla rose from the grave patted hall
seal crumbles tormented nerve bitch
but I have a mug with all the shake
all with emotion worm crawled out of shnobelem
fresh air Chernobyl
politely suggested manure shit nasvay
I did not live in a house on stilts twenty years
spitting bacteria shuddering
puke hysterically in bed with children
they cry biting bread Borodino
caraway mind eclipsed Ruslan
Lyudmila sent carriage
and you have a flowing mustache
lick a cat hairs sir
in my head exploded and he died
died
ate toy terrier bitch that you brain spud
her snotty squeals tastier than muesli and even better
Bone folded in pots betrayed our regiment
And that's not all massaraksh
for that you waste no fights and lazhi
make it to wipe puddles on the floor below
forget and change orchestra on adultery but blyuy
Nestor is here brides kills weight
ec ec ec-e-eat eat Zaya
buhoy ailing world torn neighbor treats me
steal and kill people my mother did not nakrichit
slipping out of your fingers closer to the world of the night
She is lying on the couch ...
slipping through fingers
You are the official fiction
leaking along the walls someday I will leave it permanently
Cover, sheet limit
talk about your memoirs
if you will like this stick
on fucking footage bare facts
Watson is elementary from the market to the boutique
from the fingertips nose escapes
He touched to the back of the neck vertebrae to bite
tears flowed so thought demolished
where my chair
so tolerably damp throat overgrown
We landed by ardent disputes drunken bosot
and bayan posts Have you understood
equally divided whether all these people who
piles formed loving
I Wali better from here.
slipping through the fingers narrow corridor web
easily be parachuted but did not fly
somehow trains planes like birds on nests
Fire is another rehearsal and while one soldier in the field fight
second vzdremnet sword wake Omsk or Petrograd
When will this useless nonsense
Bring me a coach and I leave
She is lying on the couch ...